Page 28 of Something Cryptid This Way Comes
As though he can read my mind, Trevor takes hold of my cock. His sure hand grips me with certainty while his tongue takes ownership of my mouth. The soft fabric of his flannelbrushes my chest, and is as much a part of him as the tiny red birthmark on his left shoulder.
We jack each other, our grunts muffled by our kiss. Every slide of his palm and squeeze of his fingers brings me closer and closer to the edge. And when I think I can’t take any more pleasure, he rips his mouth from me, roaring my name. His release erupts over my fingers and his teeth sink into my shoulder, the sting driving me to the finish.
A current of electricity travels up my spine as my balls draw up, and my eyes roll back in my head. His name falls from my lips, “Trev. Trev. Trev.” Pleasure explodes and upends me as I clutch Trevor and he strokes me through the destruction of everything I’ve known before now.
When the final tingles subside, I drop my head to his shoulder, inhaling his mountain air scent. My legs jelly, he takes my weight, holding me up with the same quiet strength he’s always had. “Wow.”
The vibration of his chuckle rumbles through his chest, unleashing a torrent of fluttering butterflies in my center. “If this is what it’s like to help you cook, sign me up forpasta alla Bramfor breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”
Laughing, I tuck my head under his chin and tighten my hold on him, soaking up this moment. “Or we can expand our culinary repertoire.”
“I’m happy to explore anything and everything with you.” He presses his lips to the top of my head, and I don’t have to look up to know his smile is as wide as mine.
How will I ever be able to leave Maplewood, and more importantly, Trevor, again? And do I even want to?
CHAPTER 9
TREVOR
The setting sun paints the sky in shades of pink and orange. I lock the front door of the carriage house and take a moment to draw in a deep breath of fresh cool air.
Six hours dealing with removing water in the carriage house basement thanks to last night’s deluge was not how I planned to spend the day. We haven’t had a rain come that hard and fast in years and the hairline crack in the cinderblock was no match for the downpour that came shooting in like an open fire hydrant.
Two distinctive barks come from the direction of the mansion. I jog down the steps and turn toward the sound. Jo, Bandit, and Hades head my way, the dogs straining their leashes.
She keeps them on the sidewalk, away from the soggy lawn. “All finished?”
“Yeah. Finally.” I crouch to pet the dogs. “I’m glad you suggested we check the buildings for possible leaks during the storm. If it weren’t for that, we’d have had a worse mess.”
Because we found the water when we did, I was able to temporarily patch the crack enough to prevent more damage.Bram insisted on spending the morning helping me clean up, and Jo kindly insisted on keeping the dogs at the mansion with her so we could focus on the mess.
“I learned from my basement flooding last year during that hurricane.” She passes their leashes to me.
I walk back a few steps to keep the dogs from the lawn. Seeing their furry faces the few times I returned to the mansion to check in helped make my stressful day much better. So did Bram helping me out for hours before I insisted he return to his own work. He had some podcast recording to do and needed to retrieve the trail cameras. “Thanks for watching the dogs.”
Jo tucks her hair under the collar of her wool jacket. “They were fine. They kept the guests, and me, entertained. I’m off to my knitting group. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Night.” The excitement of spending the evening with Bram eases the ache of my muscles and has me picking up my pace to get home quicker.
The dogs run straight across the path and up the front steps. As soon as I open the door, they bolt for the kitchen. That’s where Bram must be.
For the past few days, he’s worked on the podcast episode about the cryptid night investigation and the new sightings in Maplewood.
When we weren’t working, we hiked through the woods and drove along roads searching for evidence. Investigations with just the two of us, and the dogs, are the best. Being with him is effortless. I’m so happy he’s staying in town through Halloween.
I step out of my shoes and drop my keys in the bowl by the door. “Bram?”
“In the kitchen.”
As I walk, the sound of him talking to the dogs, asking about their day, drifts over me. It’s cute, and, as hard as it is tofathom since I’ve been in love with him forever, I fall for him even more. “Hi. Did you get the trail cameras?”
“Collected them all. Remember that cave with the nut shells? Not a single animal went by it, but a few hikers did.” He’s seated at the table, with his laptop open in front of him, and a dog on each side. His smile grows wider when he looks up at me. “How was the rest of your afternoon?”
“I finished bagging up everything that was ruined.” I stretch my back and the kinks from all the bending and lifting loosen. “Could’ve been worse. If this had happened while we were doing inventory and checking all the props and equipment, when everything was spread out on the basement floor, we would’ve lost a lot of them.”
Bram helped me return the props and equipment to the shelves after we inspected everything the other day. Most of the stuff was out of the water’s way, so we won’t be delayed when we begin setup this week.
Standing, he closes his laptop, then, in two steps, eliminates the distance between us. “Let me help.”
